Pinoy Pan de Sal

Peace


March 20 - I arrived this morning from Manila and instantly I felt the peace that shrouds the place. I’ve been wanting to be alone with myself for such a long time now. On the other side of my outgoing personality are my reclusive tendencies. I’m so sick of the city, so sick of places that remind me of work. Don’t get me wrong, I love my work and dearly love the people I work with. I suppose I’m just tired, period!

But this is not the time to talk about such things. Now is the time for rest.


I ate breakfast in my grandma’s house, and together with my Mom, headed to the beach for a morning swim. Floated for a while and just stared at the sky, the clouds and the coconut leaves that sway to the gentle breeze. Hung out under my favorite tree while my feet felt the grains of sand. Feast my eyes at the immense sparkling turquoise water in front of me. Watched the children play and thought how privileged they are to grow up in a place like this.



March 25 - Here I spend my afternoons biking. I love biking. We have a red mountain bike that only gets ridden during the summer. Oh how I miss pedaling my way through the little streets of Bulusan and breathing in the wind from the sea. I’m a very physically active person, but in the city I rarely get the opportunity to do much physical activities. Since our gym burned down last February, the only exercise I get is walking from Ayala to Valero every morning.


I meet with Him every 6 p.m. sharp. We don’t talk long. I just gaze at Him (if that can be done). I miss talking to Him, listening to what He has to say about my calling in connection with my life as a single, even do a little bargaining if He allows it. These days, I suppose these two are the ones that bother me most. Although I’m not sure if bargaining with Him is a good thing. But still I have peace.

- Written while I was vacationing in Bulusan, Sorsogon.